Kyoko had moved to sit off kilter on her seat, one leg skewed to the side. An arm was draped carelessly across the table as she against her elbow, focusing on a ring adorning the opposite hand.

No way home. What did it matter. Whole lot of nothing for her in both places. "You're not..." The same. Terra wasn't a magical girl, she should have noticed the lack of a soul gem ring when the green haired magic wielder had poured her tea. Those damn cookies. So much for finding someone who reached maturity. Or used her brain. Really who stayed transformed to have tea?

Weak, all over again? After having some of her magic taken away in the past and going off to die, fighting tooth and nail to survive. To be ripped down to the bottom again. Was this...more punishment?

No...surely it couldn't be that bad. Not again.

There's a shrug, as if the new arrival just rolled everything off her shoulders. "Doesn't matter. I'm not fighting for them, I only fight for myself. I don't care about getting back."